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[inhumandog]

How cruel it is, this month. It's as if the cold has taken the very breath from our bodies, laying it out for everyone to witness. I watched you, oh yes. You scurried around like so many ants, confused and wary, but still so very trusting. Like every flood before this. Like every breach. Every port. You slide into the trusting hands of the Admiral

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[wardennolonger]

It's rare to find a man who would face such a hard truth willingly.

[inhumandog]

What choice is there now?

[wardennolonger]

The majority would choose denial, or complacency.

[inhumandog]

I've never been one for self delusion.

[wardennolonger]

But self delusion is so comfy and warm-- like a favorite armchair.

[He's teasing]

[inhumandog]

Like all furniture, it fades and gets worn.

[wardennolonger]

Most people are just too lazy to rise none the less.

Let's not have a metaphor battle [chuckle]

[inhumandog]

I've not had a decent challenger in a long time.

[wardennolonger]

Well in that case--

Your metaphors are weak serrah, like the legs of a tavern whore after an onslaught of men on shore leave.

[inhumandog]

[That actually gets a laugh out of him.]

You win this day, sir. If only because I am not in good form for humor.

[wardennolonger]

Then I shall await a rematch when you are at your very best.